Charlotte (MotherOwl) is providing the prompts on her blog. Her colour of the month is pale ivory.
today the prompts are:
Fish
Kettle
Black
Human
Cloister
Serene
And/or
Flagstone
Quarry
Bush
Rowan
Finnish
Mango
SIBLING TURMOIL by Granny Annie
People said that my sister Ruby and I acted like a couple of FISH wives. We could argue about nothing like the pot always calling the KETTLE BLACK. It was a HUMAN condition of siblings since the beginning of time. Our parents considered admitting us to a local CLOISTER of nuns where we might learn to become more SERENE.
The threat of joining us in religious seclusion was enough to cause us to join hands as comrades. We quietly tiptoed across the FLAGSTONE floor of our home and headed for the QUARRY. We had each filled our PALE IVORY aprons with MANGOs, the healthiest of fruits, to nourish us on our journey.
Wc could hear FINNISH mumbling as our family followed our tracks. Hiding behind the ROWAN BUSH did not offer the cover we desired. Ruby began to cry and was heard. We were jerked from behind the bushes. I quickly lashed out at Ruby for giving away our hiding place. Our father took each of us by the ear and began pulling us toward home. Our short-lived truce ended and we began to argue, placing blame on each other once again.
My brothers were just like that. Sadly, many years later, they do not talk.
ReplyDeleteMy Dearest,
ReplyDeleteIn the vast expanse of this bustling world, our paths have crossed, if only for a fleeting moment. Yet, in that brief encounter, a spark ignited—a gentle warmth that lingers within me.
Your smile, like the sun breaking through storm clouds, has brightened my day in ways words struggle to convey. Your kindness, a beacon of hope in a sea of uncertainties, has touched a chord deep within my soul.
Though our meeting was brief and our futures unknown, I find myself replaying our conversation, savoring the melody of your laughter, and cherishing the genuine connection we shared. It is a beautiful reminder that amidst life's chaos, there exists a beauty in human connection that transcends time and space.
If fate permits, may our paths cross again, weaving our stories together in the tapestry of life. Until then, know that you have left an indelible mark on my heart—a reminder of the simple joys and the profound beauty that love, in its myriad forms, can bring.
With heartfelt admiration and a hope for serendipitous reunions,
OLEKSANDR J